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Four Birds flew over the Cape Landers in a tight formation, once or twice correcting their flight path while training their synchronized maneuver in the process. An F-4G is taking the lead, followed by three F-16 B50, forming a standard diamond formation.

“I told you, right?! Damn you Gotanda”

“Aw, shut up, you’re lucky I choose tail, Alvin”

“I said it first, Davenport, so cut the chatter. Can’t you two be more like Nagase here?”

They became silent, only the sound of engine is heard, and then the connection was cut off, everyone is for themselves.

Just few minutes ago, they heard from the HQ about another leaker, this time, is an unarmed reconnaissance plane. It’s the notorious Blackbird, superfast stealth whose technology is yet to be outdated even today. One of the coastal SAM in this region managed to deliver a considerable damage over the unit, and now, it’s slowly descending with smoking trail left behind.

Wardog is then assigned to intercept it.

"This is Heartbreak One of Wardog Squadron, we are approaching the target."

"[This is AWACS, call sign Thunderhead; roger, bring the target to the ground. Do not fire on the target. Repeat, do not fire on the target.]"

They even had AWACS and tanker, and yet, no replacement pilot. The Top Brass is really annoying, especially to Davenport, though Dan and Bartlett has their share of complains.

The voice of the AWACS is stern, the tone you can expect from a bookworm soldier.

"You got that, nuggets?"

"Wardog two, roger," Came from Nagase.

"Wardog three, roger," Davenport said.

Dan is fazed up a little, and failed to deliver a proper replies, as the result, Bartlett asked again "Wardog four, hellllooo! Can you hear me kid? You better be marking our tail son."

"I respectfully asked to be called Chopper, sir. I'm afraid I may not be able to respond to any other moniker."

From that day onward, the nickname sticks tighter than his actual name. they don't know the origin of Captain's callsign, which sound weird. Nagase at least, said that she inherit it form her older sister, an Ace during the course of Usea Rebellion.

"Hmm, that does fit you well. I have a better name for you but I'll keep it to myself. Okay?" Bartlett affirmed.

"Aw, cut me some slack man."

Nagase can be heard sighing heavily; at least they don’t look down at her for being the sole girl in the group. Unlike ISAF or Erusia, most pilots in active service here in Osea still predominantly male, same goes to Yuktobania. She joins OMDF simply because of the residency.

“Tally ho, we’ve got a company”

The distance between the Blackbird and Wardog are less than 100 m away, close proximity is preferable. As such, the four wings of Sand Island switched to

“Alright where is Motormouth Chopper”

“That’s your nickname for me?” came the disbelieving response, Nagase already expect wit battle and thus Bartlett came “You have a knack for comic dialogue, mind you sending the message”

“What about Gotanda?”

“He knew when he had to be serious, at least” Nagase opened her mouth in Gotanda’s defense, typical Dan’s usual attitude however, a soft laugh was heard “Aw, I’m happy you care for me, honey”

If she wasn’t wearing helmet and occupied with HOTAS control, she wanted to put a palm on her face. And Chopper and Bartlett still going at it.

“Please? Age before beauty”

“I’m quite shy around strangers you know”

“Oh god it’s endless” at that point however, it seems that the insanity bled to Nagase herself. “Nagase, your plane tilted a little” Dan pointed

Still no reply, however, alert signal has been delivered and their radar is bleeping “[Wardog, this is Thunderhead, bogeys inbound from vector 280. Intercept as proper but do not engage until you get a clearance]”

“You heard that? Don’t shoot until I gave you orders, understood?”

“Roger that”

The location is 25 miles from the mainland, exactly the same location as before. Nagase felt her stomach churned, the alien feeling crept into her logic circuitry: it was fear.

Sidewinder zipped a bandit out of the sky, striking right on the engine nozzle and made it explode, the rest simply shattered by air turbulence.

Viper is not exactly a supermaneuverable plane, meaning it couldn’t recover from stalling condition quickly. His only choice, as proper, is to accelerate downward until he reached sufficient airspeed to fly normally.

“He’s nuts”

“Kid, we’re going to have a little talk later” Bartlett pursued a bandit in a series of feint and slash “When we return that is”

In a sense, the Vipers and the Fulcrums, aka Mig-29, is roughly comparable in many aspect.

Dan was lucky; he caught one off guard, form hereon, the only determining factor is the skill.
And Chopper seems to have the short end of the stick, enemy cannon preying on him.

“Need assistance!”

“Chopper! Scissor!” Dan screamed, and indeed, Chopper pulled out the air brake, almost like he wanted to rip his plane with the sheer deceleration. The enemy passed him with Dan tailing on it, launching yet another sidewinder.

It missed the target, but not entirely meaningless. Nagase dove with guns blazing, delivering a hail of 20mm shell, tore the Fulcrum in half as it hit the back of the cockpit.

“Nice kill!”

Nagase returned to cover Bartlett, who has this pesky fact about technical limitation. Dan just realized now that he saw the Phantom in combat, flying brick indeed.

Still, Dan has seen it now, the Belkan War Veteran, Jack Bartlett. His title is not for show, as he swiftly destroyed another with ease in spite of his inferior unit.

@zero: I have no doubt I could probably understand if I tried. But being forced to use someone else's computer and averaging only 6 hours of sleep a night sometimes augmented by an hour or so of morning naps while averaging 8 hours of DS play per day... I can just feel my head spin @_@

The ground shook violently, rocking even vehicles off their balance as personnel began to look around for the source of the quake. Just then, the quake grows stronger and the ground is suddenly riddled with energy pellets from underground.

*BOOM*

“GYAAA…!”

The explosion sends personnel throwing their bodies onto the ground as a silver-white Infinite Stratos, Silver Gospel, blasts out of the hole in the ground. The IS ascends to the sky and hovers in invert, scanning military vehicles in the area before targeting the unoccupied ones. The Silver Gospel spreads out its metal wings and energy pellets gradually form around them accompanied with soft humming.

The IS throws its arm forward and the pellets immediately rain upon the targeted vehicles, riddling them with holes and blowing them into smithereens.

“Ergh…!”

“Silver Gospel…? But why?”

“-All units, this is Tower. Be advised we have a berserk Infinite Stratos on the loose. I repeat, we have a Code One alert threat in the base.-”

A couple of M1 Abrams battle tanks enter the scene and turn their turrets towards the Silver Gospel.

“-This is Prowl One, targeting hostile IS.-”

“Wait! Don’t!”

*BOOF*

The Silver Gospel turns its body away and dodges the shell. It looks back to the tank and raises its arm towards it, summoning more energy pellets on its wings and sends them converging on the lone tank.

“Get out of here—!”

The energy pellets riddle the tank’s caterpillar tracks and destroys them, rendering it immobile as the other tank reverses away while furiously firing its machinegun at the IS.

*DADADADADADADADA*

“-Prowl One’s down! I’m pulling back! Damn it… Damn it!-”

Dodging every single shot fired towards it, the Silver Gospel sends its energy pellets towards the retreating tank and destroys its caterpillar tracks as well. With the tanks immobilized, the IS lands on top of the lead tank and plants its left foot on the turret top while bending the turret upwards.

“-She’s on me…! Two, take the shot!-”

“-But the explosion will…!-”

“-Just do it!-”

The Silver Gospel sees the other tank aiming its turret at it and jumps off, generating more energy pellets and firing them upon the second tank.

Hell if I know, all they(canon) ever mentioned was Armory something, or somewhere along that line.

Then again, it'll just stay as a "secret base" for now(and most probably won't be showing up anytime soon in the re-write)

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